Ill-conceived,
born of malice
toils in darkest realm
Unbridled fury,
rage consumed
ravage deepest, overwhelm
Claws, sword sharp,
horns as pike
speech of fiercest fire
Distanced whip,
beyond close grip
death of nine, desire
Stoned escape,
crumbled ruin
in darkest black stands grey
Staff held high,
flames set forth
true battle enters the frey
Precipice plunge,
freefalls and war
the abyss swallows hope of eight
Unimaginable heights,
unfathomable depths
foes entangled in battle berate
Alas, conflicts end.
Horns lay in ruin
aged warrior, eyes dimmed by fight
Plaguing evil awaits,
great battle to be won
fallen grey, arise now white
-J.G.Smith (07/18/05)
1 comment:
Hey, is this about Gandalf?!? Cool. :-)
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